Rose petals fade and fall
drifting into oblivion
Their soft beauty is undimmed
although the velvet-bloom
of summer-scented youth has fled.
Strewn by a slight breeze from the sea
these pale shadows float beside the path
like memories …
For in these last vestiges
of an unassuming rose
there remains a fleeting yet eternal trace ..
as I walk beside the hedgerow briars
of another time, another place
and raise a wild rose towards
my grandma’s soft and gentle face.